That darned Joe Manetti: the guy sometimes rubs me the wrong way, but I gotta say, I can think of nobody who gets out there and does more for the gay community than him right now. So this week he held two nights of fundraisers for the privately-funded LA LifeWorks titled "Bear Necessities."

I've said it over and over again, I do not want to be a bear. I have no bear pride. Being fat is not something to which I aspire - though it is something with which I have settled. For now. But I always seem to end up going to bear-themed events hoping to find that one special boy who will like me in spite of my bear-nature, even though he met me at a bear event. I'm fucked up. I know. Moving on...

Anyway, Joel, who works with LA LifeWorks, and I went to this event. And it was nice. I got to meet Sunny Rose, the founder and, apparently, all-hat-wearing individual keeping the charity alive. And I met... damn... I knew this would happen. I remember his shirt, and I joked that I didn't care about him, but I wanted to know more about the shirt. A shirt he work to Studio 54 back in the day, where, he says, it is entirely possible that Baryshnikov snorted coke off the sleeve. Frak, I really forgot his name and now it's bugging me. Chuck? James? Damn! And Joel introduced me to Craig, an artist who works in acrylic creating non-objective pointillism. I didn't know there was such a thing. But I'm keen to know more. He's helping produce an art show at the LA Gay Center in May: Art Detectable. I think I'll go.

I can't forget the gorgeous and energetic Miss Barbie Q. She rocked it with a couple numbers (and donated all her tips to the fundraiser, angel that she is).

And what of the half-naked boys? Well, they were selling raffle tickets. I don't know anything else, but I know one of them wasn't wearing any underwear and he likes the crack of his ass wet with ice cubes... but I won't say anymore, cuz a gentlemen never tells.